A Probability of Being

Stewart, Kathleen. "Trauma Time: A Still Life." Histories of the Future . Eds. David Rosenberg and Susan Harding. Duke University Press, 2005, pp 321 - 338. Just when I thought I couldn't top the obnoxious theorizing that I was reading about intellectualism earlier today , I just read something that did. The article: Trauma Time, by one Kathleen Stewart. 

So before I run out of Malaysia Day, I should say something about it.

"We really should eat something before we go out," one half of the reasonable brain said, as we set out on our evening walk. "I know it's early, and by the time we get back it'll be dinner, but we really should eat." We'll call it Less-Conscious Brain, or LCB for short. "We'll be fine," said the other half of the reasonable brain, the one actually in charge. We'll call it Conscious Brain, or CB for short. "Peckish," said the stomach.  "But not too hungry?" CB asked. "Not yet," the stomach replied. "Good, off we go then." About 200 meters into running, everybody was complaining.  "It's too hot in this sweater!" said the shoulders. "I can't handle the burning!" cried the chest. "Our knee pistons are knocking!" the legs complained. "It's been too long since we ran." "We ran just a month ago," CB groused, but slowed down and we wa

While in Canada, I tend to miss celebrations that I should be aware of, like the Lunar New Year, or Adilfitri, or Hungry Ghost Month (which is happening now, should be ending soon). August 31st was Merdeka Day, or Malaya's Independence Day. It's the day when the British left Malayan leadership roles after dicking around with us for a few hundred years.  At the last Steampunk World's Fair, I kept referring to how the British colonizers left our shores, but left their mark behind. ( Moniquill rightly put me in my place by reminding me that "the colonizers never left ours ".) The thing is, I was being simplistic. After the British left, we had their parliament system, their education system. We were and are still dependent on business from the West. We still use the economic success of the West as a yardstick against which we measure our own growth. (Seriously, what is there to grow? In the West Peninsula we are a small small land, and hell no are we going to des

This is a new series I'm starting and updating whenever I feel like fan-squeeing. In this series, I will share and analyse songs by Alexander Rybak , a Norwegian pop idol, with a folk-classical background, best known for winning Eurovision 2009 with a landslide victory. You can also find this series on my Tumblr, under the tag "Alexander Rybak is a magic dolphin from outer space".  Lyrics: Deep in your heart There's a small hidden room And you know that I hold the key You're gonna travel all over the world Places where I'll never be Someday you'll marry the man of your dreams And I will be crying all night But there is a secret that both of us know That's why I'm feeling alright Yes, there is a secret that both of us know And that's why I'm feeling alright There may be Smart guys and tall guys - whose stronger than me Ten times the charmer than I'll ever be But one thing, Maria, I sure didn't miss Your very fi

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